Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Duncan turned around and saw Baylor standing there calmly.

He also found it strange; even though he was far away from the witch, Duncan could clearly sense that Baylor was angry.

"Don't talk nonsense, buddy!"

"How could a dragon, a being of such immense power, possibly die because of me?"

The witch spoke in a low voice, "I'm not lying, I saw it with my own eyes in the flames."

"You also have a black dragon inside you, yet you are still alive."

"And that dragon might already be dead."

"Nonsense! Believe me or not, I'll cut your tongue out!" Duncan angrily drew his sword and pointed it at the witch's forehead.

Prince Baelor held a supreme position in the hearts of all commoners, vagrants, and even orphans throughout Westeros.

People from the free trade city-states across the Channel once said that if the Seven Gods had absolute faith in Westeros...

Therefore, in the hearts of all the slaves, Prince Baelor was equivalent to the Seven Gods of Westeros!

Duncan has been working with his mother since he was a child. What he has seen and heard is not a rumor, but a fact!

History will prove everything about children.

"The Lord of Light never lies, much less deceives."

After saying this, the witch slowly stepped aside, making way for Duncan.

Duncan turned his head and saw that the witch suddenly started to limp, and abnormal red blood began to flow from her shoulder and head.

Then, she collapsed to the ground and never got up again.

"Son, why don't you go and register?"

"Although there's still half a day, it's always better to get some things done as soon as possible, right?"

Baylor walked over slowly and patted Duncan on the shoulder affectionately.

At the same time, Baylor also saw the dead witch, his gaze remaining unchanged throughout.

"Prince," Duncan suddenly knelt down, his voice trembling with emotion, "she died a worthy death; you don't need to clean up after her!"

"Why?" Baylor asked, puzzled.

Duncan recounted the witch's insane ravings to Baylor and his two companions in detail.

Darren could hardly believe it. "The followers of the Lord of Light are so arrogant?"

"Luckily, this witch died young. If Sister Rennyra and Brother Imond knew about this, they would definitely kill all the followers of the Lord of Light."

"Brother, it can't be true, right?"

Helena didn't speak, but nervously gripped Beller's hand.

She had many dreams since childhood, and she had a somewhat obsessive belief in or skepticism about prophecies.

"Of course, how could such a casually made rumor be taken seriously?"

Beller picked Helena up and gently patted her back, just like when she was a child.

"Silly girl, is your brother's martial arts really that bad? Besides, I don't think there's anyone in the Seven Kingdoms who can be my match."

"Those prophecies are just like a roadside cook spouting nonsense."

Darren quickly chimed in, "Yes, sister, big brother is incredibly strong!"

"I'll become his Hand of the King someday!"

"Darren, you'd better work hard, because Imond is also eyeing this position."

Baylor patted Darren on the shoulder, then smiled and looked at Duncan, who looked anxious but didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Go sign up; don't take these kinds of prophecies seriously."

"If everything happens as prophesied, then do we still need to work? Do we still need to be knights?" Baylor was also telling Duncan.

Instead of believing in such unrealistic prophecies, it's better to take each step steadily and practically. Only reaping rewards and making money are real!

"Thank you, Prince. I will remember your teachings for the rest of my life!"

Duncan bowed deeply to Baylor, then turned and headed to the registration area.

The three of them, including the Prince of Belial, did not stay put. They continued to explore the entire competition venue, buying a lot of delicious food and wine before leisurely returning to the main castle.

After Aegon finished the banquet, he lay on a rock outside the main castle, enjoying the breeze, while Yangyan waited on a hillside not far away.

Darren ran over quickly and told him about his encounter with Duncan that day and the witch's prophecy.

Aegon sobered up instantly. "Whose follower is this old woman?"

"Does he spout nonsense without thinking? He even dares to curse the crown prince of our Targaryen family. Does he think he has too many heads, or that he's lived too long?!"

"They are followers of the Lord of Light. But that woman died right after she finished speaking, so it can be considered indirect retribution?" Darren answered honestly.

Baylor didn't care at all. "Why bother with all that?"

"I'm going to stretch my muscles; I have a martial arts competition this afternoon."

Aegon said, "Brother, it's not that I disagree, but we've already discussed this, and you might get into trouble. Let's avoid the tournament."

"We can wait until we go to the Free Trade City and ask that old man before taking the next step!"

While venting his anger, he was genuinely worried that something might actually happen to Baylor.

His head might be moved along with the wrath of Renilla, Helena, and Imond.

"Are you an idiot?"

"Our purpose in coming here is twofold: first, to celebrate Oscar's 'day of reckoning,' and second, to indirectly demonstrate the power of the royal family."

"I am the crown prince, and a knight personally appointed by my father. How can I not participate in the tournament?"

Of course, besides being quite confident in his own abilities, it also stemmed from Beller's understanding of that parable.

The high priest of the King of Light said that the main location was the Trial of the Seven Sons, not an ordinary martial arts tournament.

"That won't do either!"

"Brother, this is too risky, I really can't afford it! Why don't you reconsider?"

"Shall we just reject it? What a load of rubbish, Hejian! We've already offended them, so be it!"

Seeing that Aegon was becoming increasingly incoherent, he didn't hesitate to stuff a piece of lemon cake into Daren's mouth in order to get it directly from him.

"You have no manners! Shut your mouth!"

"Think about it, bro, this is really important to me!"

In the end, Aegon failed to persuade Baelor, who attended the tournament in the Riverlands on time the following morning.

He was placed in the first match of the first round, where his opponent was an ordinary mercenary knight whose ancestor had accidentally saved a lord, thus earning him the honor of being a knight.

"The two combatants are Sir Carl Emerson!"

"And, Baelor Targaryen, eldest son of Viserys I, Prince of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains, Freer of Slaves, Creator of Ashes!"